Merlin had pardoned the knights of Camelot, though, Elyan and Arthur didn't know this of course. Now, they were on their way to where the wolf would most likely be. Between Jionel and Bindana.

"How do we kill it?" Arthur asked Merlin. "Surely Gaius gave you a method."

Merlin nodded and all the knights, both of Camelot and Ascetian stared at him. He couldn't exactly explain that himself and his brothers would have to fight as brothers.

"They said we would need Honour, Strength, Truth and." Merlin gulped. "Some say magic is needed with them but Honour, Strength and Truth should be enough."

"Or we could use silver." He comented.

"That's it?" Arthur asked.

"Well, everyone who fights must fight together as equals." He said quietly.

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Then you will need some armour, sir Merlin." He told him and Merlin looked at him like he was mad.

"Do you have any spare armour?" Arthur asked Thomas.

"Merlin?" Thomas said to his brother.

Merlin nodded and put his hand on his chest.

"Ddraig Anadl." He whispered and suddenly Merlin was in armour. And it suited him. Not just that, it made Merlin look like a prince.

"That's…." Arthur wasn't sure what to say. He felt a swell of pride for his friend, maybe he should make him a knight for real.

"This is the princes armour." Thomas told him. "He wont mind Merlin using it."

"Unless I break it." Merlin snorted and Arthur smiled. It would be incredibly ironic if Merlin broke it and started a war.

They reached the area where it would be most likely for the wolf to come that night and Made camp. The Camelot troop on one side of the clearing and the Asectian troops on the other.

You could tell they hated each other, If it wasn't for their prince they would have probably arrested and brought them to the queen.

Though, Hunith was a loving queen, she was caring, kindhearted and would always help those that needed it.

Merlin sat down, his armour gleaming. He sat in the middle of the clearing, Gwaine sat beside him.

"Do you think that we can defeat it?' Gwaine asked him, the dragon was hiding something. He was sure of it. Gwaine may not be a dragonlord but he was a dragonlords brother, which meant he could still summon the dragon.

Merlin sighed.

"It will be hard. But tonight we will have to be ready." He said.

At midnight Something woke them. But it wasn't a howl, it was to a scream. A womens scream.

Arthur just stared wide eyed and they jumped on the horses, the scream had been so close.

Merlin thought the scream sounded famililar. Like out of a dream.

"Maybe it fell over?" Merlin suggested as they're were no sounds after a minute.

"Why would you think that? Are you scared?" Arthur teased.

"Just because I'm human." He mumbled.

"No, its because you're a girl." Arthur replied, ignoring the wolf howl in the distance.

"Help!" A womens voice screamed and Merlin, Arthur and they're knights all drew they're swords.

"What was that-" But the words died on his tongue as someone with brown hair came into the clearing. It was her, she was still alive. And after all these years. They're eyes met, Blue on Blue.

Suddenly, Giant, clawed, furry hands came out of the bush and grabbed her by the ankles.

"Help!" She screamed in pain and Merlin rushed forward.

"Sahara!" He yelled as she was dragged through the bush.

"Merlin!" She screamed and he lost sight of her.

For a moment nobody moved, Merlin could hear his heart pumping in his chest and tears flowing down his face.

"No." He whispered, then he screamed. "No!"
He kicked his horse and started to run into the forest. He wouldn't lose her, not again. He had just seen her again for the first time in nine years. And he wouldn't allow her to be eaten by some monster.

"Sahara!" He cried, ignoring the branches that hit his face and body when he was too close to a tree.

"Sa-" He was about to say her name again when something big jumped onto him and flung him off his horse. Merlin cried out as he hit the ground and suddenly the wolf raised its head. Merlin froze at the sight, it was so human, yet so… not. Its saliva dripped onto his face and he spat out some that went into his mouth. The wolf looked pleased with its prize and raised its clawed hand for the killing blow. Right until a sword pierced directly through it.

The sword was already red in colour, A silver sword followed it and then a blue sword. Merlin picked up his sword and Plunged it into the beasts stomach.

"That's for Sahara." He whispered and the wolf snared and brought its clawed hand down, thankfully, it missed his neck. But Merlin cried out as it scraped across his chest.

Merlin screamed as he felt it hit bone and the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a mans face, The wolf's face had turned into the man he once was.